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He is my monster.
All mine.
Pale eyes,
Sickly yellow,
Casting shadows
In the fading light.
The grum, grumb, grumbling
Of hunger and an empty belly
Rumbling, rumbling
Beneath my bed.
The snick snick of claws
Stroking the scales
Of his underbelly.
Snorts and sneezes.
Restless and waking.
He lays and waits.
Awaiting full dark.
Time to roam.
Run, run, running
Through my dreams.
Playing hide and seek.
I hide.
He seeks.
Hungry.
Sniffing.
He is my monster.
All mine.
And you can't have him.
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